As he walks past a dark blind alley,

surrounded by two old abandoned buildings,

a voice calls after him,

low, soft and sensual with a hint of gritty raspiness.

“You need help.
I can help you.”

He turns and sees her.

A short red dress.

Long black hair.

Eyes that shine with hungry invitation.

A smile that reaches inside him
and tells him that this is right,

this is good,

this is what he has been seeking.

An echo of old teachings
vibrates away
in the back of his consciousness

as he smiles and reaches out
with his hand.

And as her hand closes around his,

the echo fades away into the random noises all around him

and a new vibration begins at the base of his spine.

He has now boarded the train and there is
no going back.

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